Poezja

A Dribble a Trickle a Dram a Splash
Flowing Down a Brae Past the Steading
Rushing Over Rocks Creating Crag and Tails
Waves Wash and Bleather on the Bank
Water Shimmers and Shines in the Sunlight so Braw
Dinnlin the Earth and Trees as it Flows
Over Moor and Though Glen Toward Linn and Loch
Eventually Passing a Stone-Thrust and Becoming the Sea
This is the Path of a Burn